fyodor wasn't the type to bring home people from the bar and have one night stands just for the fun of it. Or atleast he thought so..? That was until yesterday.

It's morning—fyodor yawns quietly and stretches, sitting up on the bed. He looks around with sleepy eyes. The room was quite messy and there were clothes a scattered around the floor... He couldn't recall a thing.

He rubbed his forhead and as he suddenly heard a groan he looked besides him,— a person laying next to him, seemingly still asleep. He went completey quiet as he started slowly remembering the events of the previous night.